Cheyenne Jewel: Body Builder is Restrained in Diabolical Devices

Cheyenne kneels on a box in leather straps. Hands cuffed behind her, ankles locked in steel traps. She came for this. She wants the hurt. The Pope steps in with his flogger and lays into her. Strip after strip lands on her shoulders, back, thighs. Her skin flares red. Every blow makes those thick muscles jump and stand out, carved and shaking. She takes it. She shows it off. Orgasms hit fast. Her body locks up again, straining against the straps, cunt pulsing hard. Next position drops her face down, ass up. Steel shackles snap around wrists and ankles, pinning her flat. The riding crop replaces the flogger. He works every exposed inch—calves, ass, the backs of her thighs—finding the soft spots between all that muscle. She can’t move. She can’t hide. The orgasms come forced this time. Her thick frame shudders and strains but there’s nowhere to go. Last scene: on her back, arms stretched wide, heavy legs folded and pinned to her chest. The Pope takes her breath first—hand over mouth, controlled, tight—then moves to her soles. Bastinado rains down, sharp and steady. When she’s shaking and gasping, he fills her cunt. Fingers, vibrator, cock, no break between rounds. Her pussy takes it all, clenching and dripping while the orgasms keep rolling through her pinned body. She wanted to suffer. She got that and more.